Do You Remember?

Outbursts

"Where did you get this? I've been looking for one for-" Derek clamped his mouth shut, realizing his words. He had been scanning through Stiles' collections of comics.

"What?" Stiles asked, looking over at the younger boy.

"Nothing," Derek said, a little too quickly. He made sure to hide his face from Stiles.

"You know you can borrow these, right?" Stiles asked, walking up to Derek. Derek nodded, a tinge of blush escaping onto his face.

After explaining the situation to Sheriff Stilinski, Derek was allowed to stay. They went to bed, Derek on the floor and Stiles on the bed.

"Paige! No! Scott? Help!" Stiles awoke to Derek muttering, and sweat drenched the young werewolf. Derek whimpered, and tossed and turned.

"Derek?" Stiles called, shaking Derek awake. Derek opened his eyes but was still frightened out of his mind.

"Stay... stay here..." Derek begged, pulling Stiles next to him. Stiles was surprised as Derek nuzzled his neck, seeking comfort in Stiles' scent.

"I'll stay, calm down." Stiles said softly, hanging his arms around the werewolf. He laid there with him until the boy fell asleep. Stiles fell asleep that way, cuddling with the mini Derek.

Derek woke up, and quickly left the situation, hoping that Stiles would forget. He changed into different clothes, and watched Stiles sleep peacefully before he got restless and needed to do something.

"Wake up!" Derek said.

"Nah."

"Wake up, or I'll rip your throat out," Derek continued, "with my teeth."

"Your threats don't really work anymore," Stiles said, stumbling out of bed. Derek growled, ready to tear off the teen's head.